Soldier

It's strange when I look back at the war all these years after it ended. I joined the military just barely old enough, when it seemed like it was the right thing to do. God knows how much I regret that decision now.

A mere six months of hell they called basic training before I was turned loose to fight the "enemy" across the world. I saw friends die, people I knew get horribly maimed for no apparent reason. At the time it seemed like we were doing the right thing, but now I wonder just what we achieved.

Now, I sit staring out the window wondering why I did what I did. I wonder whether or not what I did was right. I don't think I will ever find an answer to these questions. But it seems the government preyed on us, the "kids" fighting the battles they were too scared too. *They gave us a gun, and we took the world*. God, I regret those years.